Literature
Enough
Enough
A man sat out on a park bench,
Needing a break from that old wench,
Who nagged him all day, and wouldnt go away
For the man had just about enough
Enough of her bickering
The complaining, bossing, and snickering
It was all day long, like a broken-record song
For the man had just about enough
And while on that bench he finally snapped
Hed lost his mind, hed finally cracked
He couldnt take it any more, when he walked though that door
For the man had just about enough
Now what I say next is an awfully done deed
For that man killed his wife, without taking heed
To himself, to his paw, to his conscienc